Monday, February 16, 2015

Detriment

Scattered on a cold floor
Suffer chained to a concrete stone
She holds him under the water
Watches him drowned

As I'm left here alone on the bed
I can bring you home from the dead

Wake up
Walk
Like you never fell
The flies gather
Your an easy sell

Left to your own inadequacy
When you can remain whole

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